I Found Out About Our 20-Year High School Reunion from an Old Friend Because Nobody Had Bothered to Invite Me – But the Moment I Walked Through Those Doors, I Realized Why
She cut off abruptly and bit her lip.
Not a single email, not a text, not a forwarded invitation from anyone.
“Nobody invited me.” I set my phone aside.
Alison shrugged, her gaze drifting toward the window. “You know how disorganized those committees are. It’s probably nothing.”
“Probably,” I echoed.
But I felt the smallest knot tighten in my chest.
“Nobody invited me.”
Twenty years of distance, and I had finally built a life I loved.
A studio.
A community.
A reflection in the mirror I could actually meet without flinching.
“Are you going?” I asked.
Alison laughed. “Uh… no. God, no. Those reunions are awful. Everyone gets drunk and brags about their kids and their houses.”
